The Game Show Affect [†] Luke Hemmings

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Blakeley ssss POV

My eyes fluttered open, immediately coming face to face with my clock which read 3:30 A.M.. I've been asleep since, like, seven yesterday. Guess crying wears ya down. My eyes wondered around the room, and my brow furrowed.

On my night stand was two little, heart shaped sandwiches and a cold cup of coffee. My laptop was gone, too. Delta probably stole it again. With a heavy sigh, I pulled on a paid of slippers and made my way down to the kitchen with the plate and cup.

After putting my dishes away, I made a fresh cup of coffee and put it in a travel mug. Sluggishly, I made my way outside, walking along the grass. As I stared out to the black horizon, I grew angry.

Not just at the fact that I was stuck here, but because I was so selfish. Millions of girls would kill to be me and to just breathe the same air as these boys, and I just want to leave. As much as I love being around Luke, its my dad. My father. My flesh and blood. I was once his sperm. I just want him. Just for one day; I would give the world to see him again, because I never know if I'll get to see him again.

As much as I hate to say it, I only know its true.

Ploping down into the grass, I sipped my coffee as more tears rolled down my cheeks

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The sky started to glow a beautiful portrait of pinks, blue and orange. It was something I'd like to paint. It reminded me of Kian and how much he hared it when I started to paint with oil colors because I'd get it everywhere. I sniffed, footsteps sounding behind me. I screwed my eyes shut, clenching my mug until my knuckles turned white.

Someone sat beside me; I swallowed all my tears.

"Hey." I was shocked to hear Calums voice.

My eyes fluttered open and I looked up at him, his expression devastated as he hugged his knees.

"Blake?" He sighed, rubbing his face, "I shouldn't have done that or said any of those things. They aren't true, I was just scared for the band. If Mike and Luke started to hate each other, I wanted to be able to get Luke mad at you, not Michael. Truth be told... You two are perfect together. I don't know if you understand how hard it is to get Luke to open up, but you did it in a month. It took us about a year."

I pursed my lips and nodded, there's no way I trust my own voice.

"I'm sorry, Blake." He swallowed, "But it'll be okay, I promise. It'll be hard, but you've got me, Luke, Ash and Michael. I mean... I get that I am the worst option, but... You know." He shrugged.

I tried, I tried so fucking hard to blink away the tears, but it didn't work. They wouldn't go away. Calum noticed, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me into his ribs.

"I'm sorry, Blake. I..."

"Its okay." I whispered, "Its no ones fault, get over yourself." I tried to joke but failed, crying just the slightest not harder.

"Hey," he rested his head on top of mine, "if it makes you feel any better, Delta agreed to swap from Luke to Michael so you can have him to yourself."

"It helps a little." I used the heels of my palms to wipe my aching eyes.

"Good." Calum pulled out his phone and popped one ear bud into each of our ears, playing End Sheerans You need me, I don't need you as we sat.